#mabel elmsworth

[jakeperalta]

@giftober 2024 | day 12: hidden ➛ the buccaneers s01 e03 "the perfect duchess"

[forbescaroline]

dynamics i've been wanting to gif: mabel & honoria - the buccaneers I know you and I won't get any of this. We won't get any of their world. Not really. Not in a way we deserve, but perhaps if we could be brave, we can make our own world. And maybe... maybe it'll be better.

[sersi]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023) 1.03: The Perfect Duchess dir. Richard Senior

[pascaloverx]

ENCHANTED

Summary: You have no desire to marry, yet your family insists otherwise, pressuring you to believe that you should. Amidst it all, you find yourself drawn to Guy Thwarte, who proves to be rather good company.

Author's Note: My slight fixation on Matthew Broome led me to create this fanfic, but I can’t guarantee it will be good. So, dear reader, if you enjoy it, please interact and comment.

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Hiding from the crowd is the wisest course of action. You are in no mood to feign happiness—at least not tonight. Slipping away into the duchess’s garden, you hope no one has taken notice. You settle into a secluded patch of grass, gazing up at the star-strewn sky.

"When will this ever become easier?" You hear Guy Thwarte murmur to himself before turning back toward the ballroom, where guests are either prying into one another’s affairs or twirling across the dance floor.

"If you happen to discover the answer, do let me know," you reply, realizing he has yet to notice you. A hedge conceals your hiding place.

"What exactly are you doing there?" Guy asks, stepping nearer, his gaze sweeping over the foliage in search of you.

You smile—surely, it is obvious. "Not to be painfully clear, but I am attempting to escape the crowd," you reply, smoothing the fabric of your gown.

He studies you for a moment, as though trying to make sense of your retreat. "I am fairly certain your mother is looking for you," he remarks, tilting his head toward the lively chaos unfolding inside the duchess’s residence.

"Then, I beg you, be discreet and do not betray my whereabouts," you say, pressing a finger to your lips in silent entreaty.

He hesitates, deliberating. "Might I have the honor?" Guy finally asks, his uncertainty laced with curiosity.

You pat the empty space beside you and murmur, "By all means." You have known Guy Thwarte for some time, but never have you been quite this close to him.

"And what brings you out here?" You decide to pry into Guy’s affairs, as there is little else to occupy you. You know that Theo, the Duke of Tintagel—one of Guy’s closest friends—is absent, having embarked on a journey.

"I am not in the mood for revelry, which is a shame, as the wine was excellent," Guy replies, though there is a certain restraint in his voice, as if withholding the true reason for his departure from the festivities.

"If it was that good, you ought to have brought a bottle for us to share," you remark in an attempt at levity. To your relief, it seems to have the desired effect.

"A grave oversight on my part. My apologies, Miss Y/L/N," he says, his gaze meeting yours. For a moment, there is an unspoken understanding between you, a quiet recognition of this unexpected closeness as you converse beneath the stars.

"You asked me before why I am here," you begin, turning your gaze skyward. "I suppose it is only fair to be honest—I came because I feel suffocated in there. It is as if I am nothing more than an ornament, without soul or purpose beyond what society dictates. And that, as you well know, is to secure a husband and bear children." Your eyes remain fixed on the heavens, longing, for just a moment, to be a drifting cloud—free to admire the vastness above without a single care.

"And what do you envision for yourself?" Guy Thwarte asks, his gaze drifting to the clouds as they veil the stars above. It is a question you have never truly allowed yourself to consider.

"If my fate were mine to command, I would sail from one country to another, taste unfamiliar cuisines, and discover whether the sky looks the same in every corner of the world," you reply, imagining what it might be like to soar as freely as a bird.

"And you wish to do all this alone?" Guy inquires, a note of curiosity in his voice.

"I do not oppose the idea of companionship," you admit, shifting your gaze from the heavens to him. "But I do object to belonging to someone. To be frank, I have never heard a single person suggest companionship without it being a veiled proposal of marriage." You turn fully now, studying him, eager to gauge his reaction. He appears to be truly contemplating your words.

"The notion of belonging is often entwined with marriage," he muses, his tone carrying a weight of something unsaid. "But I do not believe it is something to be feared." There is something in the way he speaks, in the way his expression darkens slightly, that makes you certain—he is thinking of someone.

"Easy for you to say, Guy. In most marriages, the husband is treated as the superior," you reply, your tone more serious now.

"I know it may sound foolish, but in my parents’ marriage, I saw a couple who treated each other as equals, fighting every day for a shared future," Guy says, his voice steady, as if speaking of something deeply significant to him.

"The way you talk about marriage—it seems to be an important matter to you," you observe, watching him closely, wondering what thoughts are turning in his mind. Perhaps he is thinking of the person to whom he belongs, imagining what it would be like to marry them.

"But do not misunderstand me," he adds gently, turning his gaze back to you. "Your plan to explore the world sounds perfect, with or without a companion."

"Wait, stay still. There is something on your face," he says, reaching out to brush his fingers against your cheek, removing a stray leaf. For a brief moment, panic flutters in your chest at the unexpected closeness, but before you can react, he has already plucked it away. At last, you both rise to your feet.

"Look over there! It seems a star is falling from the sky," you exclaim, pointing toward the streak of light. Guy squints, trying to catch sight of it, though you suspect he might not have seen it at all.

"Make a wish. A secret one. Then press it to your heart with the palm of your hand," you say, drawing in a deep breath and willing fate to be kind. Though you are uncertain what exactly you are wishing for, you feel the weight of it all the same. To your surprise, Guy follows suit, humoring your whim by silently making a wish of his own.

"Ah, there you are! I have been searching for you all night," your mother’s voice rings out, startling you both. You turn to find her beaming, though the way her gaze flits between you and Guy suggests she suspects there was more to this moment than mere conversation.

"Am I interrupting?" she asks politely. "Not at all, Lady Y/L/N. Your daughter and I were merely keeping each other company," Guy replies with effortless charm.

"Mama, what was so important that you needed to find me?" you ask quickly, hoping to steer her thoughts away from any premature conclusions.

"The duke and some Americans, as well as the Marables, are on their way here. It will be wonderful for all of us! I cannot wait to choose your gown for the duke’s welcome fête," she announces, brimming with excitement. Meanwhile, you can feel yourself spiraling into quiet dread. Something tells you that everything in your life is about to change—for better or for worse.

[didanagy]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023-)

dir. susanna white

1.01

[lady-arryn]

Girls, here is to a new world! THE BUCCANEERS (2023)

[dailybuccaneers]

This has all happened very fast for Nan, Your Grace. And she cares very deeply for Theo. Since the news of her father's indiscretion, she's had a lot of growing up to do. But she's really very young. Better, I'm sure you will agree for both of them, to avoid the suffering of a hollow marriage, a life sentence.

THE BUCCANEERS — 1.01 x 1.08

[alienas]

COSTUME APPRECIATION The Bridesmaids Dresses, The Buccaneers

[lovedpoetical-ly]

“eternally yours, in the understanding that you will never be mine”

“i am weak, and i am confused. but my love for you is neither”

“i hate you for making me feel like i could be loved”

“how can love ever be wrong? if that’s what gives you butterflies, then you’re exactly who you’re supposed to be”

- quotes from the show “the buccaneers” (2023)

[neverscreens]

— THE BUCCANEERS, SEASON ONE.

American Poison, 444 Screencaps.

Women or Wives, 466 Screencaps.

The Perfect Duchess, Part One, Part Two.

Homecoming, 500 Screencaps.

Failed Betrayal, 500 Screencaps.

It's Christmas, Part One, Part Two.

First Footing, 486 Screencaps.

Wedding of the Season, Part One, Part Two.

All in GALLERY. Like or reblog if it was useful, every interaction shows us that we should keep making screencaps for y'all ♡

[ariadnethedragon]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023)

S1E8: Wedding of the Season

[raelynnnix]

josie totah in the buccaneers (2023)

[danielslaw]

THE BUCCANEERS SEASON FINALE

[sersi]

THE BUCCANEERS (2023 - ) 1.08: Wedding of the Season

[pascaloverx]

MATTHEW BROOME

MASTERLIST

ENCHANTED FANFIC

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SHAMELESS FANFIC

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[petiteblasee]

"Girls, have you not noticed? We're not them. We're Americans. When did we ever care what people think of us? The English, they're so fascinated by their history. Well, we have a history of being fascinating. It's time that they learn from us."

📺: the buccaneers, 2023